Isn't it terrible, and boring, to have nothing to say for days? Oh, I think of things to write about during work, but when I get home, I can't imagine writing about such boring stuff.
Partly, I've trained myself to be so quiet during the day that I really have become less expressive. It's hard to describe, this feeling that I need to hide all the time. When I'm at work, I feel slightly paranoid and shell-shocked, after having been dissected by the likes of Certified and Napoleon. Even though I'm working in an area apart from the rest of the warehouse, with a much smaller group of people, I am very aware that they might find me offensive, if they knew what I believed in--and didn't believe in. I've heard enough of their talk to know that.
Actually, I realize that I don't stand much of a chance of getting a word in edgewise, anyway. Buntop went on such a blahblah rampage that I almost forgot that she was talking to me. At one point, she actually shouted my name--
Buntop: I was saying, my roots were this long....
When did she start talking about her teeth? It's about a root canal, right? I can only guess...
And then there's Makettle, regaling us with the latest story about her control-freak son-in-law, who wouldn't let his parents see his child on Easter (his wife has no say), and how this is a grudge that goes all the way back to a Christmas two years ago when someone let his son open a toy Hess truck before the SIL wanted his son to open the toy Hess truck.
Makettle: He flew into a rage, and shouted, THIS IS MY HOUSE, I SAY WHAT HAPPENS IN THIS HOUSE! I DIDN'T SAY HE COULD OPEN THAT--
Makettle's gusto in illustrating this moment frightened me.
Actonbell: *gasp* This is all about a toy? And he still won't let his parents in?
Felix chimes in here , updating me about how very petty the SIL can be.
Makettle: Oh yeah! This time [Easter], I got out the video camera and taped him goin' off.
Well, I think Makettle and her family should all sneak off to an undisclosed location before this poor little boy starts showing signs of trauma and stress.
Oh, and there were stories about all Makettle's wacky excuses for being late to work in the past, and her wedding, with all its obstacles--she had an accident and "busted" her teeth, her wedding singer got laryngitis, the flower girl broke her arm, and I can't remember the rest. On and on and on, and--well, it's still better than being out there with all those mean people, but--
What was this supposed to be about, anyway?
And I still didn't finish LOGO's meme! Okay, five names for a rock band. I left out the word creative, mind you.
Circlin' the Drain
The Flying Lemurs
I'd better sign off, now. Hope to read y'all tomorrow...